She was wearing a white miniskirt, so her legs seemed to go on forever, especially since she also wore high-heeled sandals. She had a white top on, one of those with a built-in bra, since I didn't see a second set of straps. The white skirt and top looked a nice contrast against her darker skin. Her hair was cut short, almost like a boy's. She didn't have a lot in the boob department, or maybe it was just that her height would have made anything except large ones look small. With her height, she could probably have been a model, and maybe was.
Tracy introduced us. I shook hands, since tearing her skirt off and throwing her to the ground would have seemed a little ill-mannered.
"Thank you for giving Tracy an alibi," I said to her.
She smiled. "You're welcome. I hope she'll do it for me one day."
"I hope you don't need alibis soon. You're already old enough."
"Yeah. But you know what it is like when you live at home. Your parents still treat you as if you're, like, ten years old."
"Do you like wine? We can have a glass before we go out if you like, since you aren't old enough to be served."
"I'd love some."
"Tracy, why don't you find glasses and open a bottle. I'll show Fi her room."
I took her upstairs. Fi's case was already on her bed. The guest room didn't have its own bathroom, but it was just next door.
"I think everything is obvious in here. This is just your bathroom, the master bedroom has its own."
"So I can make as much mess as I want."
I laughed. "Well, that's not quite what I meant. But nobody's going to complain if you leave your underwear on the floor or don't put the cap on your toothpaste. I'll leave you if you want to freshen up. Come back down to the kitchen when you're ready."
I walked back into the kitchen. "Gotcha," Tracy said.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on. I could see the look on your face. You had no idea she was black, and taller than you."
"Of course not, you didn't tell me. It was a pleasant surprise."
"Good. I mean..." Her voice fell away. "Let's just say not all people would be happy that I'd invited a black girl into their spare room without telling them."
"I don't care if she is black or not. I care more if she is pretty or not."
"Well, you can't complain I didn't bring you a pretty one. I..."
But I don't know what she was going to say since Fi walked back in. I poured wine and we all went out onto the patio to catch the last of the evening sun.
When it was time the girls went to change. So that would be about an hour before I went to change. It would only take me a few minutes to have a quick shower, put on some pants and a shirt and be ready. But I knew that this was the first time the girls had gone to a fancy restaurant truly dressed as adults. Sexy, young, adults. But adults.
I sat on the sofa with my wine and waited, wondering if I should go and hurry them up as our reservation time approached. Finally, I heard them on the stairs. They were stunning. I'd seen Tracy in a range of clothes, but never looking so sexy in her black cocktail dress and heels. I knew she was wearing a bra but I also knew should would have foregone panties. If anything, Fi looked more amazing. Her dress was shorter, which meant that a lot of her long legs were on show. It was basically a black tube that hugged her body. The tops of her small breasts were visible. I knew, because Tracy had told me, that she wasn't wearing a bra. But it was obvious too. Both girls wore a little make-up. I think it was probably the first time I'd seen Tracy like that.
"You both look stunning," I said. "Have you ever looked so sexy?"
"Not that I can think of. I suppose I was dressed up for prom, but this is showing a lot more..."
"Skin," I said, when she seemed to be having difficulty finding the words.
"I feel, like, half-naked," Fi said.
"You're more covered up than you were earlier in your little mini-skirt with a bare midriff."
"I suppose. But that felt more like teenager uniform. This feels like I suddenly grew up."
"Hey, I just had a thought," Tracy said. "What do you think people will think of us? Older guy with two teenagers."
"They'll think you're my daughters," I said.
"But I'm black," Fi said laughing.
"You were adopted, I guess."
I drove the girls to the restaurant. I knew the chef and so I just let them cook for us. Course after course of wonderful food came out. I had a glass of wine, but of course the girls were not yet 21.
Afterwards, I drove them home. They weren't in any hurry to change back out of their grown-up clothes, so I poured them both a glass of wine and we sat in the living room talking mostly about their insecurities about how they would get on at college, and how different it would be from what they had experienced in life up to that point.
Eventually it was time to go to bed. Well, I wanted to have sex with Tracy, and I was pretty sure she felt the same. I showed Fi where various stuff in the kitchen was, so that she could make herself a coffee in the morning if she got up before us. Then she went to her room and Tracy and I went to ours.
"You've never looked hotter," I said.
"Thank you for taking me out. And Fi. It was the most expensive restaurant I've ever been to."
"You were worth it. You both dressed as if you were going to the most expensive restaurant you'd been to."
"So do you want me to be undressed now?"
"Do you want me to lick you in your new dress?"
"Wow, that sounds so hot. But I think I'd better take it off so it doesn't get messed up."
"You made a good choice. Every girl needs a dress like that from time to time. It will never go out of style. Whatever you may have heard to the contrary, black is always the new black."
She turned her back to me. I reached out and undid the zipper down the back of her dress. When the black stripe across her back came into view I undid the clasp. Then I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down. I pulled the straps of her shoulders and pulled the dress down. As she had told me, she wore no panties. But I was shocked when I saw her ass, with the lattice of angry red stripes. I'd forgotten all about our afternoon. She shook her bra off and stood there naked.
She moved onto the bed and lay on her back and spread her legs. She reached down with both hands and opened up her pussy.
"I know I'm the trainee, and have to do what I'm told, but please will you do it and make the evening perfect."
I moved up between her outspread thighs to where the pink butterfly of her pussy had its wings spread, glistening with drops of dew. I lowered my head.
"Thank you," she said as my tongue pressed into the cleft between her lips. I teased her, licking up and down her slit with just the tip of my tongue, but avoiding her entrance and her clit, knowing that she wanted me to touch her there more than anything. She was sighing with pleasure. I moved a little lower so I was just hovering over the hole. I could sense she was holding her breath, waiting. I pushed my tongue into her entrance and she exhaled, letting out a little moan of delight.
"Oh yes," she sighed as I swirled my tongue around inside her. I wished I had a really long tongue and could go really deep, like a cobra in her cunt. I moved up between her lips to where her clit waited its turn, hard with desire. As I started to lick her clit I roughly pushed a finger in her ass. She came instantly.
"Oh god, yes, what are you doing? Don't stop. Yes. Don't stop."
It was a big orgasm. She let out a sound like an animal, as she often did when she came. Her body shook like she was having a fit. It was hard to keep my tongue anywhere near her clit. I could feel her orgasm around my finger in her ass. She was so noisy, I was worried she'd wake Fi. Or that Fi would hear if she hadn't gone to sleep yet.
Tracy lay limply on her back, her eyes shut. I lifted my head from her pussy. I was about to move up the bed when I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye. I realized that when we came in we hadn't completely shut the door. There was a crack. And through the crack I could see something white. A T-shirt. Fi was watching us. Funnily enough, since she was black, if she hadn't worn a white T-shirt she'd probably have got away with it.
I leapt off the bed. When Fi realized I was coming, she tried to run down the hall to her room, but she was too slow off the mark. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the bedroom. As I'd seen, she was wearing a long white T-shirt. I presumed she had panties underneath. The bed-time uniform of the modern American teenager.
"Look who's been watching us," I said.
"Fi! You didn't?"
"You will be punished," I said. "Finish off what I was doing. Lick her pussy."
"But I'm not a lesbian," Fi said.
"All girls love to lick other girls," I said. "It's only weird for a moment."
"I can't. It's too...bizarre."
"Then I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh please no. You can't do that."
"Why not? Even though it's your punishment, you'll enjoy it as much as me."
"Because..." And she burst into tears.
I wondered if, like Tracy, she'd only done it on prom night. I was just wondering if perhaps she'd not even done that when Tracy spoke.
"She's a virgin," Tracy said quietly.
"Seriously? Well, that's your choice of punishment. You give me your virginity, or you lick Tracy and give her another orgasm."
"You can't fuck me. I'm...not ready."
"What about licking Tracy?"
"I'm not ready for that either. But I'll try."
"Trust me, after the first ten seconds you'll love it. If you hate it after five minutes I'll let you stop."
"Really? I'll try then."
"And take your panties off. I want to at least play with your virgin pussy while you lick."
"They're outside your bedroom door. I took them off."
"Fi, were you masturbating?" Tracy said.
"Yeah. It was hot. You two doing it like that."
"Now it's your turn."
Fi moved up the bed between Tracy's legs. Considering I hadn't given Tracy any instructions, or even talked to her about being with another girl, she was surprisingly open to the idea of her pussy being licked by her best friend.
"It's pretty," Fi said. "So different from mine."
I laughed. "You're black. Your color scheme is chocolate not strawberry. Show it to me."
Fi spread her legs. I lifted up the back of her T-shirt for a better view. Her pussy was the color of black coffee, darker even than the skin of her body. I could see moisture seeping from it. She may be being punished, but she was also totally turned-on.
I could tell from Tracy's breathing that Fi was following her instructions. Her tongue was in her friend's pussy.
Fi lifted her head for a moment. "Am I doing it right?"
"It's working for me," Tracy said. "Just keep going."
Tracy gasped as Fi lowered her head and attacked her pussy enthusiastically. Girls are less clueless than boys the first time they lick a pussy. After all, they have the same equipment between their own legs, so at the very least they can use their tongues on the other girl the way they use their own fingers when they masturbate. Fi seemed to be doing a good job. By then I could tell precisely how aroused Tracy was by the sounds she made, even if I wasn't touching her when I could tell from the tension in her body.
I rubbed Fi's pussy. I wasn't sure if I should finger her since she was a virgin, but probably it would have been fine. My fingers were slick with her juice, which gave me another idea. I moved my fingertip to the black rosebud of her asshole. I could tell she was uncomfortable, nobody had touched her there before. I was guessing nobody had touched her anywhere before, beyond her breasts anyway.
Tracy was close to orgasm. I forced my fingertip into Fi's ass. I felt her struggle a little to escape but she knew it was part of her punishment so she swallowed her pride and let me probe her there.
"Keep going like that, Fi," Tracy moaned. "Keep the rhythm going. Perfect." There was a silent pause that I knew was the calm before the storm. "Oh yes, Fi, you clever girl."
Tracy came for the second time that night, not as powerfully as before. She panted and growled as Fi did something right with her tongue in her friend. Fi kept licking until Tracy's body relaxed.
Fi moved up the bed, took Tracy into her arms and kissed her. It was as if I didn't exist anymore.
"Will you do it to me?"
Tracy laughed. "I thought you weren't a lesbian."
"I think I must be, like, bi. Have you done it before?"
"Nope. But I'll try it for you. He's made me fearless. Take your shirt off."
Fi sat up and pulled her shirt over her head and lay back down again. Tracy kissed her, then worked her way down Fi's body until she had a nipple in her mouth. Fi sighed as Tracy used her mouth on her first female nipple. When Fi was warmed up, Tracy moved down further, leaving a trail of kissing and licking until she got to Fi's shaved pussy.
Fi spread her legs wide and Tracy lowered her head between them. Fi gasped as the other girl pushed her tongue into her virgin opening.
"Oh Trace, we should have done this years ago."
Fi started to let out little rhythmic sighs. I moved around the side of the bed so that I had my personal porn show and I could see Tracy's pink tongue dancing in the black girl's pussy. Tracy used her fingers to open up Fi. It is always surprising just how pink dark skinned girls are inside. The contrast between the blackness outside and the bubble-gum pink inside.
Tracy glanced over at me. I think she liked that I was watching her first time with a girl. She lowered her tongue and with the tip she tickled Fi's prominent clit. Fi gasped at the touch and then started to sigh and moan with little whimpers of pleasure.
"Stick your finger in her ass," I whispered in Tracy's ear.
She moved her hands so that only one hand was being used to hold Fi's pussy open. The other slipped down between the lips, but didn't stop at the opening, and went lower. Fi grunted as Tracy roughly forced a finger in with no attempt to either be gentle or provide any warning.
Tracy licked Fi's pussy more aggressively as she finger-fucked the black girl's ass. Fi was moaning continuously now, her eyes closed, lost in her own heaven. I'd never seen Fi cum, of course, but I got the sense she was close.
Fi's orgasm was very different from Tracy's. Whereas Tracy was wild and loud and her body shook, Fi's was more as if she was a girl in a boarding-school dormitory having to keep quiet. She panted hard, like she had just been for a run, but that was it. Her body was still. I'm not sure Tracy even realized.
"Oh Trace, that was wonderful," Fi said, grabbing her friend's hair and pulling her off her over-sensitive clit.
The three of us lay on the bed. Tracy got up to go to the bathroom. Suddenly Fi saw her ass.
"Fuck, Trace. Does he cane you or something?"
"Wait until I get back. I have to pee."
Tracy got back onto the bed.
"What's really going on?" Fi said to Tracy.
"Can I tell her?"
"Yes," I said.
"He's not really my boyfriend. He's my trainer."
Tracy told the whole story, from letting me see up her skirt in the shoe store to her spanking and belting that afternoon. And the wonderful fuck afterwards. I could sense that Fi was getting turned-on by the whole story, finding it hard to believe what her friend had been up to that summer.
"You can stay the night if you want," I said to Fi.
"It's a bit crowded. I'm sure you guys want to, like, fuck without an audience."
"Apparently we had an audience without asking."
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I shouldn't have done it. But I could hear you two...Trace you're loud!...and when I saw the door was ajar...well, let's just say my panties were on the floor in, like, no time."
So Fi went back to her own room. Almost immediately, Tracy and I were asleep in each other's arms. In fact, I woke up in the middle of the night to find we'd not even turned off the light.
In the morning, I would probably fuck Tracy. Then the three of us would go for brunch before Tracy took Fi home. Who knew an alibi could be such fun?
Epilog
"You don't have any tattoos," I said to Tracy. "Most girls your age do."
"My mom refused to let me before I was 18. Until then a parent has to sign."
"But you've been 18 for a few months."
"I guess it wasn't a priority. Plus I didn't want to upset my parents. Easier to wait until I'm away at college."
"I want you to get one. A naughty one."
"Oh gosh, I know you. I'm not going to put a cock on my shoulder or something."
"No. I'm not going to order you do it, but here's what I want to do. I want to put a little tattoo, maybe an inch across, inside your panties."
"What do you mean inside my panties?"
"So only your future lovers get to see it."
"You want to tattoo my pussy?"
"No, not your pussy. That's too much. Plus it will get covered up if you let your hair grown back. To one side. But close to your pussy. I suppose right by the edge of where your hair used to be."
"What tattoo are you thinking of? This is crazy."
"You can help design it. I want it to look like a seal, or maybe a certificate of achievement. It should say ‘Trained by' and then we put my signature."
"Wow. I love it."
"Don't forget your future hypothetical husband will have to live with it, if we do it."
"He's the one who will get the most benefit from the training. If he's upset by it, he's not my future husband."
"Will you tell him what it means?"
"I suppose. It's quite a story. Starting in the shoe store. Now look what we've done over the last few weeks. I'm going to miss you, but I'm also ready to go to college and try and put all this stuff to good use."
"Or bad use. You're a bad girl now."
She laughed. "You said you couldn't promise it, but you tuned me up like a NASCAR racecar. I'm sitting on the starting line with my engine revved up ready to start. Let's do the tattoo."
That evening we sat on the sofa with a pad of paper and came up with the sketch of a design. It would be circular, look as if it had been stamped on with a rubber stamp. We made it big enough that the writing would be easily legible. We decided to make my signature a little scrawly, so it wasn't possible to get my name just by seeing the tattoo, she'd have to say it, but then it would be clear that the two names matched.
Any boy (or girl) who got Tracy's pants off would be sure to ask about it. How much she told them would be up to her, of course. Her husband would have to live with it. Her gynecologist would see it. The nurses in the delivery room. Probably her roommates would see it. But she said she was proud of being trained by me, and she didn't care who knew it.
She asked her friends who had good tattoos, and found out who seemed to be the best tattoo artist in the area. We went and saw him and showed him the rough sketch. He had a couple of ideas to make it better, we agreed a price, and we made an appointment to have it done the day before she went to college. The last day of her training.
**
The tattoo is done. The training is over.
I'm lying in bed with her. We just had sex for what is might well be the last time. She is in tears in my arms knowing our month together is over.
"I love you so much," she says, kissing me.
I know she half wants me to lie, to tell her I love her too. She's been a wonderful few weeks to train, and I have a very soft spot for her, but I can do without that complication and she knows I would be lying if I told her I loved her.
I kissed her back. "I know," I said.
The transparent plastic dressing just to the side of her mound covers a beautiful seal. In just a few minutes, she will go home, and tomorrow her parents will go with her on the plane to get her installed in her dorm room.
And inside her panties, unknown to anyone except her and me for now, is the "trained by" seal. I wonder idly as she sobs her final goodbyes, who will be the next person to see it.
Once she is dressed we go downstairs. Inside the front door, out of sight of the neighbors, we kiss goodbye for the final time.
"I'll miss you," I say.
She reaches into her purse, takes out her keyring, and unclips my house-key. She passes it to me.
"Not half as much as I'll miss you," she says, as I take the key.
"Remember your training. In no time, you'll have a new boyfriend."
"I hope. It all seems so far in the future even though my true adult life starts tomorrow."
"Be brave," I say as I open the front door to take her to her car.
To both our surprise, Fi is walking up the drive.
"What are you doing here?" Tracy gasps.
She is dressed similarly to the day I first met her, in a skirt and top.
"I want to be trained," she says. "He doesn't have a trainee any more. I'm ready to take your place."
"You know it'll involve losing your virginity," Tracy says.
"I'm ready."
"And being spanked."
"I'm ready."
"And anal," Tracy says.
"Really? I'm ready."
"Are you wearing panties?" I ask.
"No. Trace said you prefer not."
"Go in the house and let me say goodbye to Tracy first."
We're on view to the neighbors so I have to behave. I hug her. We kiss on the lips for the last time. She gets into her car and drives off. Off home, and next day to college.
I walk back into the house. Fi is sitting on a stool in the kitchen. I can tell she is shaking, with fear, arousal, and what she knows she has signed herself up for.
I pass her the house-key that is still in my hand. "Here, you'll need this."
There might be a bonus chapter with some of Fi's training. Comment below if you want to see that. And don't forget to vote. If you make me a favorite author, you won't miss when the next story starts.
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